Main Characters in the Story:

*Kim So Hyun as "Athena" Myung-hee Park

*Tom Hiddleston as Himself

Minor Character in the Story:

*Emma Hiddleston as Herself

Chapter XI: Someone Caught On Quickly.

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I decided to take Tuesday today as my day off, because I just couldn't get myself to go to school. I was anxious and a bit of a broke down. I know its school and I really don't have a choice, but it doesn't count when I feel like I'm going to tie my noose in three seconds flat. So as a result, I'm home alone, setting up my recording equipment Tom had sent me. Fix You by Coldplay silently on my laptop as I work.

I pick at a pancake I had made for myself. I'm addicted to them now, especially with well-cutted strawberries and the vanilla extract my eomma likes to add to them. I pushed the apple juice all the way to the other end of the table, not even risking to set it too close to the electronics. I'm constantly switching between directions and equipment, until finally, I get it done.

Suddenly, my phone begins to ring. I hit the "answer" button not even bothering to look and see who it is. "Annyeonghaseyo? {Hello?}"

"Hello, love." Tom says on the other end.

I sigh. In all of honesty, I really didn't want to talk to him today. I haven't been in my happiest moment since last Saturday, the night of my emotional breakdown. I told myself not to let it go get to my head, and I have done nothing but allow it to destroy me. "Hey, babe."

"Babe? Something wrong?"

"Why do you say that?" I say emotionlessly.

"You've never called me babe."

I put the phone call on speaker and rest my head on the table. I have been working on set this equipment up for a while. I think I deserve a little break. "There's a first for everything, I guess."

"I suppose."

I remain silent, thinking about what to say. I need to ask him about Susannah. He needs to change my mind about the whole subject because my mind is slowly creeping towards a silly, overprotective girlfriend. "Um…" I go over my starter in my head, how to approach the subject. "I was watching some celebrity news video yesterday."

"Really?" He sounds interested, as if he had no idea what possibly could have been in it. "What did you hear about?"

I shrug. "Nothing important, really. Who's engaged, who's pregnant, and who's starring in a new movie. But…" I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "There was one story that really caught my attention."

"What was it?"

"Well, it was about a certain British actor seen with his ex-girlfriend at a store."

"Myung-hee, I merely ran into her by surprise."

I raise an eyebrow, a little bit impressed. "Someone caught on quickly."

"Because I know you're talking about me and Susannah. I don't think you would've phrased it that way if you weren't."

"Well… yes."

The conversation goes silent. I don't know what else to say. If I complain about it, I will sound ridiculous. If I let it be, he might really be cheating on me, and in the end. I will look like a fool. I feel like a fool, now."

"Well?" He says, probably waiting for me to say something about it.

Still, I have no idea what to do.

"Why did you bring it up, darling? Surely, you have something on your mind you have to get it out. Feel free to share."

I sit up and bury my face in my hands. I let out a heavy sigh. "Ani-yo {No}… no. It's fine. I just wanted to um, make sure that was the case. I wasn't completely sure if it was Susannah in the picture. It looked like Marion Cotillard a little."

I know he doesn't believe me, because he remain silent for quite a few seconds. He doesn't try to dig into it anymore. He fills in the silence with a concerned sigh but doesn't let the problem go. "Please don't let it bother you. Nothing happened. Nothing is happening. We just happened to run into each other, and we shared a few friendly laughs. Then she went her way, and I went mine. That's it."

I laugh at myself. How could I be such a drama queen about this? Why am I doubting him so much? I mean, it was one picture. And a few other stories I may or may not have come across, but none of them had any other photos but the one I already saw. This is stupid. I have blown this way out of proportion. "I Ileon, {My God,} what in God's name is wrong with me?" I say out loud.

He laughs softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. Just a bit of jealousy. That's all."

"Damn right, it's jealousy. At least she can go to visit you whenever she wants, have lunch with you whenever she wants, go to the movies whenever she wants-" Myung-hee? Ib DAGCHYEO. Byeong sog-e neoh-eo duseyo. Saeng-gaghae naeda? {Hey Myung-hee? SHUT UP. Keep it in the bottle. Remember?} Bulpyeonghamyeon dul da deo dandanhaejil geos-ibnida. {Complaining will only make this harder for the both of you.}

"She can, but she won't. I'm not going to give the paparazzi something to talk about. Especially when I know the love of my life is reading about it."

"Your mother's reading it?" I say jokingly.

"Very funny. You know what I mean. Anyway, I won't have it. The only way I'll be seen in the papers with a woman is if that woman is you. I love you."

"Al-a... {I know…} I know. I don't know what has been going on with me lately. I have never experienced… jealousy before."

"A lucky one. Jealousy is truly a bitch, if I do say so myself. But you've really never felt jealous of anything before? Really?"

"No."

"What about when you were on the streets? You couldn't afford anything. You had to be jealous of people that could afford things you couldn't."

"Not really. I had a good business for a hell of a long time. Whenever I saw something I wanted, it was out of my price tag, I knew someday it would end up in my hands, whether I bought it or not."

"Is that so? You just knew you were gonna get it."

"Yeah. I wanted an iPhone. Now, I'm sorry, who am I speaking to?"

He's silent. I hear a barely audible laugh from his side, but it's not his. It's… feminine? "I see your point."

"Yeah, you really shouldn't try to prove your girlfriend wrong. Tom. Don't you learn?" the voice sets me on alert. I have never heard it before, and it's definitely a woman's voice. Oh boy.

"Who is that?" I ask the second her sentence ends. I tense up as I wait for his answer.

"It's just Emma, love. Relax."

"Emma Watson? It's Emma Watson, isn't it?" Geogi geugeos-eun ganda. Nae babo gat-eun yeoja chingu modeu. hananim-i dowajuseyo. {There it goes. My silly girlfriend mode. God help me.}

Tom laughs loudly. It angers me that my extremely curiosity amuses him. What the hell did he hear in my voice that made the question funny? "Emma Hiddleston. It's my sister, Myung-hee." I can hear the smile in his voice.

I blush madly as I hear giggling from his sister in the phone. "Oh." I sit back in my chair and cover my face with my hands. The heat of my day mixed in with embarrassment is enough of a combination to create a new layer of sweat. I overreacted. Again. And it turned out to be his freaking sister.

"I guess I should have mentioned she was here with me. She knows, by the way."

I roll my eyes. "What happened to keep this quiet? You're up by one point, now with Robert and now Emma."

"Actually, you have two points, as well. You've got Marilyn and that girl you were taunting when I picked you up from school one time.

I concentrate on that, trying to remember when that might have happened. Then I remember the crowd of people, and the two girls that were talking about Tom in class. That really spoiled, annoying girl that knows my real name as 'Myung-hee'. Eom-ma-ya, {Oh my god,} the look on her face when… ha! It's still priceless. "Oh yeah. Her. I remember that. She was obsessed with you. Her and her friend."

"Aren't they all?" he says, annoyed.

Of course, knowing me, I have to mess around with him and turn it around. "Wow, Tom." I say, that smile wide across my face. "That was the most self-centered thing I have ever heard you say."

"Wait, what?" He takes a second to think about. "You know that's not what I meant!"

I start giggling, my turn to make him blush (if only I knew if he were blushing or not).

He joins in, his full-on happy laughter that will probably ring in my ears for the rest of the day.

After I have calmed down, I speak again. "Araso. {Alright.} I should go. I need to get back to setting up the gift you sent me."

"Hold on a second. I want you to meet Emma… maybe I should do it on video chat. I'll call you back in a minute."

"Alright."

He hangs up, and I temporarily return to my work. Might as well make a few connections while I wait. Finally, my phone begins to ring with a request. I accept it and wait for him to show up on the screen.

His face pops up on the screen. "Hello again, love." He says with a smile.

My jaw drops at the image before me. "Eom-ma-ya! {Oh my god!}" I say in shock.

"What?" he checks behind him as if I saw something weird in the background.

"Your hair." I move closer to really look at it. "What happened to it?"

"I may have trimmed it down just a bit. Nothing drastic."

"Trimmed? Trimmed is a couple of centimeters, maybe a little bit more. That's inches you're missing there, honey."

"Mm." he moans. "Honey. I think I like that name better."

"Do you?" I slightly tease him playfully, trying to be at least shy and a little bit sexy. But once I see my face on the little screen, I decided to never do that again in my life. "I love the haircut, though. It's cleaner and professional."

He gazes at me, his eyes telling me how much he really misses me. I send the story right back to him as I gaze into his eyes. Naega cheoeum saeng-gaghan geosboda hwolssin jalhagoissda. {I'm doing a lot better with this than I first thought.}

"Excuse me. Am I going to be having my turn to speak with her any time soon?"

Tom looks away, leaving me with a little disappointment and a light blush. I want him to stay on for hours. But I'm here to meet his sister. Everyone on Tumblr says she looks just like him. I wonder if that's true.

When Tom moves to the side of the screen, a blonde woman shoes up on the other, a sweet, friendly smile on her face. "Hello!" she says cheerfully.

My eyes widen at the sight of her. I don't really see that much of a resemblance between the two, but… "Eom-ma-ya. {Oh my god.}"

She raises an eyebrow.

"What is it with you and that phrase? I've never heard you use it."

"It means 'Oh my God' in Korean. I often use dialectal mixture of my language and English. No judging. By the way, Emma, that wasn't a bad thing. Trust me. It's just…" I consider what to say next, but decided to blurt it out. "Sorry, I have to say this. You're very beautiful."

She giggles at the compliment. "Wow. That, if I might say, is an excellent way to make a first impression."

"Christ, Emma. You meet my girlfriend once, and already I'm at risk of you stealing her."

She rolls her eyes and playfully hits Tom in the gut. There's definitely an impact, but it doesn't phrase Tom. "It's lovely to meet, Myung-hee. Did I pronounce that correctly?"

I nod. "You pronounced it alright."

"Anyway, Tommy's been telling me about you for a quite a while now."

Tommy? Naneun geuleul najung-e goelob higi wihae geugeos-eul sayonghal geos-ida. {Tommy? I'll use that to tease him later.} "Likewise. He's told me about you, too."

"Just a few times." Tom adds.

"I see. By the way, you're just as beautiful as he says you are. Seriously, you look so beautiful like a porcelain doll… You look rather young, though." She narrows her eyes as she studies me.

Tom's eyes widen, and he subtly warns me to cover it up.

"Tom, you know I can clearly see you on the screen, right?" Emma says, looking back at him.

I mentally hit my forehead. In this moment, I can honestly say that was an idiotic move.

"What aren't you telling me? How old is she?"

Tom hesitates to answer. "Uh… twenty-three."

"Tom." She's not buying it.

"Twenty."

"Tom."

"Eighteen."

"Tom!"

He bites his lip and scratches the back of his head nervously. Finally, he sighs in defeat, but the fear remains on his face. "Sixteen."

This turned into a trainwreck in seconds. I can see Emma's jaw flexing as she grits and clenches her teeth. She looks at me with a forced sweet smile and voice. "Sweetheart, if you could just give us a moment. I promise you, we will call you back."

"Oh… okay…"

Tom reaches forward for his phone, or whatever he's streaming from. All he does is grab the phone before Emma begins to beat on him with anger and disbelief (in her fists). "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE IS A SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD CHILD! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Immediately, the chat is cut off, and I'm left in silence and a little bit of fear for Tom's safety.